Gotham

Previously on Gotham...

Cops aren't gonna let you within a hundred feet of Galavan.

Let us whack him for you.

No.

He's mine.

Shoot him, Detective.

He killed my mother, Jim.

You have the Wayne boy?

Not yet.

There are some practical matters that have to be resolved first.

See this finger?

I've got little Bruce wrapped tight around it.

I had to kill him because he hit you.

I love you.

Kristen? Kristen?

No.

Within a year, Jim and I will be back together.

Want to know why?

Because we're both the same.

We both have a dark side.

Ready for the practice run?

I'm ready to skip this and get married.

Me, too.

Let us rehearse the vows.

Barbara Kean...

do you take James Gordon

to be your unlawfully wedded husband to have and to hold...

I'm sorry, Father. You said "unlawfully wedded."

Barbara,

just answer him, for God's sake.

I'm waiting.

Barbara,

what's wrong?

How did you do that?

Bad dream.

Doesn't being mayor mean you can sleep in?

Jim Gordon has forced us to accelerate our plans.

About time.

I'll meet with Bruce Wayne this morning.

If all goes well, I'll have his company by the end of the day.

I still don't see how you can get Bruce Wayne

to turn over his family's legacy.

You're not that charming.

I'm going to offer him the thing he wants most in the world.

Still,

it will be delicate.

Jim Gordon must not be allowed to interfere.

But his sudden death would upset Bruce.

So we need him distracted,

occupied,

and then...

Have you told her?

Told me what?

I love my present.

Does it mean what I think it does?

Yes, my dear.

Today is the day

you get to kill Jim Gordon.

The breakout at Arkham,

the massacre of the GCPD,

the gala, the arsons,

it was Galavan.

He's behind everything.

And you have proof of this?

I have Penguin, and I have Gilzean.

Both criminals.

Both in the wind.

Given the circumstances under which I obtained the information,

I think it's safe to say they were telling the truth.

Maybe they are.

But you have no legal evidence, no proof,

not a single hard lead to go on.

You bring in Galavan with what you have now,

and he'll just laugh at you.

He won't laugh long.

Are you gonna rough him up a little?

Lawless thuggery, is that your plan?

You want to arrest Galavan?

You do the police work

and you bring me back some real proof.

Can you blame him?

You're going after a man who was elected mayor yesterday.

The most popular figure in Gotham.

Galavan is dirty.

I'd bet my life on it.

Well, don't. - Don't what?

Don't bet your life on it.

I know that look in your eye, Jim.

Be cool.

Do not make this personal.

Well, it is personal, isn't it?

- Only if you make it that way. - Suspect! Suspect!

Put your hands where I can see them!

Right there!

Hi, Jim.

Long time no see.

You said you'd only talk to me.

I'm listening.

Yes.

Here it is.

Is there any chance I could get a latte or something?

This is not a game, Barbara.

Of course it is.

It's a game you've been losing.

Big-time.

It is not a game.

It must be killing you.

All that righteous indignation with no place to go.

Why are you here?

Don't act all calm and businesslike.

Rough me up a little, if you want.

I don't want to do that.

I don't want to hurt you.

I want to help you.

I know...

you want to hurt me,

just a little.

I've been a very bad girl.

No.

You're a good woman.

You're just sick, is all.

I knew it.

I knew you still had feelings for me.

Of course I have feelings.

Talk to me.

I will.

But first I want to show you something.

It's not far away, won't take long.

Well, what is it?

What do you want to show me?

It's a surprise.

Don't worry, it's a good one.

And then after that, I will tell you everything.

Everything about what?

Is it about the breakout at Arkham?

Was it Galavan?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Detective Gordon?

Okay, that's someone telling you that my lawyer is here.

Why don't you take five minutes to think about it?

Detective Gordon, time's up.

What is she playing at?

Not sure, sir.

I suggest we play along and find out.

I'll go see this thing she wants to show me.

Jim, she's mentally ill.

Like hell. She's sharp as a nail.

This is a trap.

Yeah. Either way, it's too risky.

What choice do we have, huh?

She won't talk.

And kissing her didn't work out, did it?

That was a judgment call, sir.

Judgment? Really?

Let's focus on the issue at hand.

It's my official opinion as chief medical examiner

that Miss Kean is seriously mentally ill

and should be in a hospital, getting treatment.

Yes. Tomorrow.

Look, I suggest we play along,

let her think she's in control.

I can still work on her inside the car.

Maybe I can find out something useful.

She's our only link to Galavan.

It's worth the risk.

All right, do it.

Sorry, Miss Kringle.

You have a visitor, Miss St. Cloud.

Hello.

My uncle will be just a moment.

He wanted me to apologize for keeping you waiting.

It's fine.

Do you have any idea why he wanted to see me?

He told me he had something for you.

He seemed excited. It was totally goofy.

I can't picture him goofy.

I am so sorry to keep you waiting.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Please.

Meet the new crop of Strike Force members.

We're throwing them in the deep end, but they're ready.

They'll be shadowing you in a TAC SUV.

I'll be monitoring from here.

The second I don't like something,

I'm pulling the plug-- agreed?

Yes, sir.

Gordon?

Agreed.

He's too wrapped up in this thing emotionally.

I need to know that one of you isn't gonna get sucked into

all these mind games that Ms. Kean is gonna be pulling out there.

Not to worry-- no one's ever accused me

of getting sucked into mind games.

Just follow my orders, understood?

Understood, Captain.

I'm glad we had this chance to talk.

Hey, look.

I don't like this any more than you do.

But it is the only way.